Having done my part to help re-elect my class president, I noticed that one of the ongoing projects for 2007’s USG officers was “Working on plans for a new Dillon Gym.” When I saw this, I was extremely excited. There’s nothing I’d like more than to see certain facets of Dillon ameliorated. I couldn’t care less about the basketball court, or the multi-purpose room, or the squash court, or the pool, or the dance studio, or the locker rooms. All that needs to be fixed, in my mind, is the Stephens Fitness Center.
I opened my eyes. I saw hints of a cloudless sky through the canopy, and the sounds of tropical birds filtered into my ears. I was drawing a blank. I tried to stand up, but the world was spinning. Somewhere behind me an engine sputtered and died. Gradually I started remembering what happened. I remembered swerving to miss a strange jungle creature that had darted out into the dirt road, going off the track, thinking damn, I am about to hit this tree, then squeezing my eyes shut a split second before the collision.
It is important to clarify immediately that wearing drag does not equate with being trans: drag is a gender-related expression, not an expression of gender.
To some degree, these albums are all contemporary, not only in the sense that they have been released within the last ten years, but also because of their connectivity to and influence on the musical world today. I claim no expertise here, only the knowledge that these ten albums offer ten different avenues (not the only ones, by any means) to listen to music in a new and more satisfying way.
Dayve Hawk, the man behind Memory Tapes, must have a penchant for cassette tapes. His previous material was released under the aliases Memory Cassette and Weird Tapes, a pair of confusingly alike band names. One thing is clear though: Hawk … Read More
As Princeton’s end-of-year-rituals bring to a close the first half of my time here, I’ve been thinking of milestones and the future and most of all about how much I’ll miss late meal.
White. Huge. Fucking awesome. Yes, I am talking about that king of the North Pole, of the animal kingdom, and maybe even of the universe: ursus martimus, better known as the polar bear.
I began insisting that my first car would be very small, very fast and very Italian. That should have been the first indication of my impending age-related crisis. There would be no minivan for my children. Oh no. Only a … Read More
The Unknown As we know, There are known knowns. There are things we know we know. We also know There are known unknowns. That is to say We know there are some things We do not know. But there are … Read More
Ah, the Hook-up: the quintessential college social experience. More
which survives the weekend to circulate ’til the next Thursday. Delightfully suggestive of scandal, the very term “hook-up” is perfectly suited to describing to one’s friends a wide array of encounters: specific enough to provide gossip fodder, vague enough to spare the listener unnecessary detail.
